When Entrapta's head began nodding, Hordak quickly shooed the rest of the princesses away. "She needs rest. It won't do to have her overwork herself. Go, go, I'll take care of her."

The only one who couldn't be persuaded to leave was Adora, which Hordak found odd. Wrong Hordak seemed reluctant to leave as well. Adora gave him a task to do to keep him busy.

"Hey, we can't keep calling you Wrong Hordak. It might get confusing, since the original Hordak is here now. How about you go think of a new name, one that's just for you?"

"How do I do that?"

"Maybe... gee, I don't actually know."

"Think of something you love. Or a word that sounds nice. Put a spin on it. There. It's yours now," Hordak explained.

"Here, I'll help you think," Catra grabbed Wrong Hordak's arm. "Let's take a walk." She exchanged a knowing look with Adora.

Hordak gently tapped Entrapta's shoulder. Her mask came up and she looked around. "Yeah? Where did everyone go?"

"It's about time you got some sleep. Don't try to deny it, I can see it."

"Mmm, I just have to finish. It'll only take another hour or two."

Hordak gently took the tools from her hands and set them aside. "You can pick up where you left off tomorrow. You need sleep." She continued to protest sleepily as he scooped her up, but her hair wrapped around his waist and her eyes were drifting shut.

Adora followed them to her tent and waited outside. Hordak feigned indifference but kept an eye on her discreetly. Entrapta curled up in her nest. "I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"I know, my love. But you'll feel better in the morning. You didn't get much rest last night." Hordak ran his claws through her hair, strands of it clinging to his wrist.

"Don't go away yet."

"I'm right here."

When she was finally asleep, her hair fell limp. Hordak pulled another blanket over her. Then one more for good measure. It tended to get chilly at night. With one last glance at her sleeping face, Hordak left the tent. Adora was still there waiting.

"I assume you want a word?"

Adora sighed. "I think so? I just... how long? Have you two... been a thing?"

"I do not know what that means."

"Um... dating. Together."

"I cannot recall. We worked together for close to a year before the unfortunate incident, and after another year we are together again. I suppose my feelings for her only grew in her absence, despite my best efforts. Why do you wish to know?"

"I... I just want her to be happy. I want all of us to be happy, eventually."

"And you're taking it upon yourself to make sure it happens?"

"Well, yeah, of course. I mean, I'm She-ra, it's kind of my job."

Hordak raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's quite how it works. But I digress."

"She really loves you."

"She said she does."

"And you love her?"

"More than anything." Hordak's ears flicked down, turning pink at the ends.

"Okay," Adora tapped her fingers against her legs, laughing awkwardly. "Good. That's... good I guess."

"There's something else you want to say."

"Did you really take me from my family?"

The question caught Hordak off guard. He had almost expected her to deny wanting to ask something else at first. It seemed like something a princess would do. They were all so confusing. That's why Hordak liked Entrapta. For the most part, she was straightforward.

"I... found you in the middle of a field. The portal closed, and it was just us. Nobody else for miles around. I didn't know if you had a family to begin with."

"Why didn't you leave me there?"

It took Hordak a moment to answer that.

"I couldn't." He shrugged. "I guess you reminded me a little bit of me."

"How?"

"We were both lost."

A few hours into the night, Hordak was woken up by his partner calling his name. Her voice was rather soft and hoarse, but he heard, and was by her side as quickly as he could get there.

"Yes? I'm here, what is it?"

"You're real?" Entrapta rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"I am. Is something wrong?"

She whimpered, trying to pull him into the nest of pillows and beanbags.

"Can you tell me what you want?" Hordak asked.

"Just stay here? M'kay?"

Hordak spotted tear tracks on her cheeks that hadn't dried yet. He took the corner of a blanket and wiped them away. "I'll stay, if that's what you want."

"How about... Charles?" Perfuma suggested. "You seem like a Charles to me."

"Sparkles?!" Frosta piped up.

"Those are lovely, but..." Wrong Hordak sighed.

Mermista groaned. They'd been at this for hours.

"I want... I think I want a name that honors my brother."

"Prime?! No, we're not naming you after him."

"No, Hordak. The first free clone!" Wrong Hordak's eyes shone with admiration.

"He was a literal warlord though," Mermista said. "He destroyed Salinas. He has the emotional skills of a emo teenager."

"He survived the frontlines, he survived an unfamiliar planet without the hivemind!" Wrong Hordak shot back. "And he broke free of the hivemind a second time for true love!"

Catra snorted. Perfuma looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"What if we tried putting a different ending on his name," Netossa said. "Hordice?"

"Or used 'dak' at the end," Spinerella countered. "Wrongdak?"

"Sparkledak!" Frosta suggested.

"Or turn it around," Catra said. "That would be... Kadroh."

Wrong Hordak gasped, then all but tackled Catra in a big hug. "It's perfect!" he squealed.

"Yeah, okay," Catra wheezed. "That's- I'm glad you like it?"

Kadroh let go of her, finally aware that she was struggling to breathe. "I must inform my brother of this decision! Thank you all!"

Hordak wasn't sure how to feel about Kadroh's name change. On one hand, he was flattered. On the other hand, he really didn't want to be idolized. Nothing about him was worth idolizing.

"Are you sure you want to be named after me? Understand that I am not well liked- I would even use the word loathed- by most of Etheria. I have caused them pain."

"But- you're good now?"

Hordak chuckled. "It's not that simple."

"But you're with the Rebellion?"

"I am with Entrapta. Who is with the Rebellion. So by extension, I suppose I am. But that doesn't automatically make me a good person."

"It seems that way with Catra."

"Well, Catra is a little different."

"You... what is the word? Inspire! You inspire me."

Hordak snorted. "Me?"

"Yes! You survived without Prime."

"Barely."

"You found love."

Well, Hordak couldn't deny that. He did love Entrapta.

"I want to find love for myself. I want to build my own life, as you did."

"Without the conquering part."

"Without the conquering part. You give very good advice."

"Take it all with a grain of salt, please."

"What?"

"Nevermind." Talking to this young clone was exhausting. "I have to go back to Entrapta. I wish to be there when she wakes, so she does not think I have left."

"Alright. You are... happy? About my name? It does not upset you?"

"I am happy for you."

Kadroh swept the thinner clone up into a tight embrace. "Thank you, brother!"

"You're welcome," Hordak wheezed.

Entrapta was extremely enthusiastic about Kadroh's choice of name when she finally woke up. She wrapped him up in a hair hug. "I'm so proud of you!" One of her pigtails shot out and pulled Catra into the hug.

"Ack! Okay..." Catra groaned, trying not to smile.

"I'm so glad you two are becoming friends!"

"Well, I'd say we're becoming better acquaintances, but okay..." Catra relaxed into the hug. Adora spotted this and joined, latching onto her girlfriend. Frosta hopped up onto Kadroh's shoulders and he giggled. He liked the small one, she was fun to be around. Like a sister, but not a a creepy Prime-chipped-her-now-she's-one-of-us way. Hordak was pulled in by a strand of hair, and he stood, awkward and stiff, between Kadroh and Catra. Emily rolled up and bumped into Hordak, wanting in on it.

"I cannot breathe, yet this is still pleasurable!" Kadroh chirped. Entrapta giggled and loosened her grip on everyone in her hair.

"LUNCHTIME!" Glimmer shouted.

Frosta hopped down from Kadroh's shoulders. "I'll bet I can beat you all there!"

"Oh, really? You're on!" Entrapta ran off, pulling Kadroh along with her. Adora sprinted after them. Catra was still gasping for air.

"This just- happens? All the time? They just hug for no reason?"

"I guess?" Hordak looked baffled.

Hordak felt something poke his cheek. He grumbled and snuggled closer to Entrapta. there it was again. He opened his eyes to find Kadroh only a few inches away.

Hordak swallowed a startled yelp and pushed his brother's face away from his. "What the- Kadroh, what are you doing? Don't you share a tent with that archer boy, the horse, and the annoying pirate?"

"I am having the bad sleeping memories."

"... Nightmares?"

Entrapta stirred, wiping the bit of drool off her face. "Kadroh?" She noted his pinned back ears. She'd been cataloguing ear positions and movements since the early days of her and Hordak's partnership. They were easier to read than faces, because the clones couldn't control their movements. Right now she was seeing a mix of fear and shame. "Do you want to sleep here?"

"What? Wh- no-" Hordak started to protest, but Kadroh crawled under the blanket right between them. All Hordak could do was grumble internally. He knew he wasn't that far away from Entrapta, but when he was tired and he wanted to hold her it seemed terribly far.

"Do you want to talk about your nightmares?" Entrapta asked.

"Perhaps in the morning, many thanks for asking."

Soon enough, Kadroh and Entrapta had drifted off. Hordak let himself be lulled back to sleep by the sound of their breathing.

...Until he got this weird feeling, and opened his eyes. He found a gold one and a blue one staring back at him.

"What the everloving fuck do you want, Catra?" he whispered, so as not to wake anyone else.

"I needed to see if you were still fine. I keep seeing you coming out of that pool, with your eyes all white."

Hordak sighed. "I'm fine. They're red. I appreciate your concern but can everyone please let me sleep?"

"I pretty much witnessed your suicide. Excuse me for wanting to know if you're okay," Catra grumbled, lying down on top of the blankets at Kadroh's feet. "I can't imagine going willingly. All alone. That's what you thought, wasn't it? That you were alone. You thought Entrapta was dead, and you had no one. Because of me."

Hordak was silent. Eventually, he heard her breathing even out into a soft purr. Kadroh turned over on his side and started drooling on Hordak's shoulder. Hordak quietly resigned himself to his fate.

Just when he thought he was done for the night and was about to enjoy the last few hours of the night, a sleepy voice from the entrance to the tent said, "Mermista? 'Fuma?"

It was the kid princess. The only one shorter than Entrapta. "What do you want, child?" Hordak asked.

"Oh. N- nothing, not anything. I got the tents mixed up but I'm fine. I don't need anything so I'm going back to mine to sleep."

"Nightmares?"

"No! ... yes."

"Join the club."

The kid princess took that as an invitation to curl up back to back with Kadroh, in Entrapta's hair. The pillow nest was getting too small for all five of them. Of course Catra's magic lion thing chose to stalk right in and lay down on Hordak's chest.

Luckily, when Adora wandered in to join them, the magic lion thing opted to lay on top of her instead. But the child snored. Hordak did not get any more sleep that night.

They were woken up by the smell of something burning. Then there was a lot of shrieking, and two someones were on Hordak's chest. It was Entrapta and Adora.

"Seahawk?!" Frosta put out the small fire with her ice. Sea Hawk blinked awake.

"What the- what are you doing in here?" Catra asked, her tail frizzed up. She stroked the lion thing's head as it hissed. "It's alright Melog."

"Well, everyone else was in here. I wanted to sleep here too."

"I can't breathe," Hordak wheezed, and Adora and Entrapta got up. Kadroh yawned, his ears tilting back all the way, then straightening out with a flick.

"That was a good rest cycle. The best I've had in days!"

"Speak for yourself," Hordak grumbled.

"We should have sleepovers more often," Frosta said.

"Absolutely not."

"Who else is hungry?" Adora asked.

"Oh, me me me!" Entrapta hopped up, grabbing Adora's arms and pulling her up. One pigtail grabbed Hordak and set him on his feet. "C'mon, let's go get something to eat! I have soooo much planned for today!"

"Oh, can I be assistant again?"

"Yes you can, Kadroh!"

"I'll catch up with you in a moment," Hordak said. Entrapta unwound her hair from his waist and grinned.

"Okay!"

The tent emptied out surprisingly quickly. Hordak guessed that no one wanted to be the last person left in there with him. He sighed and lowered his aching body back onto the pillows. He would have to bring this up to Entrapta eventually. Though his body was in better shape than before, the aching, shakiness, and fatigue was back.

But she seemed to be in such a good mood this morning, he didn't want to ruin that.

The tent flap opened, and Hordak looked up to see his princess. He smiled, but it faded quickly when he noted the distress on her face. "What happened?"

She pushed aside a blanket, digging in the nest. "Where'd it go? Where-" She huffed in displeasure, sitting down to bite her hand.

"Princess," Hordak gently guided her hand away, glancing around for something else. He handed her a pillow and she started to chew the corner. It was almost as good. "What's wrong?"

Entrapta made a small noise deep in her throat.

"Hey, please don't be like that," the tent flap was pushed aside again, and a tall man with purple hair tied up in a bun tried to enter. His eyes widened when he saw Hordak, but before he could speak he was smacked in the face with a pillow. Entrapta hurled another one at him, following him out with an armful of ammunition.

"I waited for you for years. And you were where?! Off getting a new life and a new wife, because fuck mom, right? You couldn't find her so you just gave up." Pillow after pillow hit the man. Hordak pulled himself up and followed them.

"Okay, I'm not going to say I don't deserve this, but if you would just listen-"

"I would've settled for one real parent, you know?! Instead of none?!"

"I know I made a mistake-"

"I was all alone for fifteen years. Fifteen. And you were off in some- what, hidden village? With who is this again?"

A thin, pretty woman with cat ears and a tail stepped between them. "My name is Ca-"

A pillow hit her in the face. "I don't care."

"Princess," Hordak took his lab partner's gloved hands, and gently pushed her mask up a few inches. Angry tears were streaming down her face. "Who is this? Should I make sure he never comes back?"

"He'll leave by himself again, just you wait. Because he obviously can't stand me, or he wouldn't have been gone for eighteen years." She stomped past her father and the woman and back into the middle of camp.

"Is that- is he- that's Hordak," the man stammered. Then he cleared his throat and stood taller. "I command you to step back from my daughter."

Entrapta wrapped her hair around Hordak and pulled him closer. "This is my lab partner."

Hordak let out a quiet growl. The woman squeaked and hid behind the man.

"You can't command anything anymore. I don't even think you're a king anymore. And I'm twenty eight."

"I dunno guys," Mermista said. "I've been having a hard time agreeing with Entrapta lately, but on this one she's totally right. Like, we all thought King Ironstone was dead and stuff. And he was off with- who are you again?"

"My name is Cara. F- from the Magicat Tribe."

"I've... never heard of those," Perfuma said.

"You look like Catra," Frosta said.

Cara gasped. "Catra? My daughter?"

"Your what?" The entire camp gasped. Kadroh peeked out of the tent he was listening from. "What's a daughter?"

At that moment, Adora and Catra walked into camp hand in hand. They paused, taking in the scene. Entrapta, looking more angry than they'd ever seen her, tear tracks still drying on her face. Hordak wrapped up in her hair glaring at a man who looked somewhat like Entrapta and a woman who looked a lot like Catra. Everyone was a safe distance away. There were pillows scattered everywhere.

"Um... what's going on here?" Adora asked.

Cara ran to Catra and scooped her up in a hug. Catra hissed and struggled. "You are my daughter! I've found you at last!"

"What the fuck?!"

"What's a fuck?" Kadroh asked.

Entrapta gathered up her hair into a pillow to muffle her frustrated yell, because she'd used all the real pillows as ammunition. Spinerella gently guided her back to her tent, while Netossa separated Cara and Catra.

"Okay, you two," Netossa pointed to King Ironstone and Cara, "have a lot of explaining to do. And you guys," she gestured to the younger princesses (plus Seahawk, Swiftwind and Kadroh), "let the adult adults handle this one. Please."

"Oh, and Hordak?"

"Yes, Princess Spinerella?"

"Please teach Kadroh not to say curse words real quick?"

Hordak felt a migraine coming on.

Well, that was Entrapta's father. He was finally back, after leaving eighteen years ago to go find her mother.

Her mother, whose remains and belongings Entrapta had come across on Beast Island.

"I couldn't dwell on it or the island would get to me," she'd sobbed, trying to explain it all. "So I just- I decided I would think about it later, and then we got off the island and then I got beamed up and now we're trying to defeat Prime and I haven't had a chance to get angry. I- I told Catra it was okay but it's really not, but we were too busy to talk about it."

She was currently working through a lot.

Anyways, the mysterious woman was indeed Catra's mother. The Magicat Tribe had been in hiding for a long time, from way before the war. They had been moving locations when they lost Catra, and never found her again. A day and a half after they lost her, Hordak had found her shivering in a cardboard box and the rest is history.

King Ironstone had met her when he came across the Tribe four months into his search. And never left it.

"Only four months? Out of the eighteen years two months and-" Entrapta pulled out her datapad- "three days. And then you just gave up? And it didn't occur to you that your daughter was still waiting for you. Your daughter, who would have killed to have you back?"

In spite of the king's best efforts, Entrapta was still livid. Nothing Spinerella and Netossa did to help changed that.

Catra was a little more chill. But only by a little bit. As happy as she was to have surviving family, the fact that it was her mom... and Entrapta's dad...

"Isn't this lovely?" Cara said. "The two of you can be sister's now!"

"No, it's not lovely!" Catra sputtered. "I stabbed her in the back, so she hates me (and has the right to). Her boyfriend might murder me but we have bigger problems at the moment. And I have no clue who this man is. As of now, I'm pretty much in agreement with Entrapta. Going AWOL for eighteen years isn't cool."

"I couldn't come back without your mother," King Ironstone said. "Please understand, my little princess..."

"No pet names," Entrapta growled. "You didn't seem to be looking very hard."

"I- I knew in my heart she was gone. I just- I couldn't be the one to tell you."

"So you let me suffer another loss. So you could spend time with your new arm candy wife," Entrapta spat.

"Alright, so we've acknowledged that King Ironstone was a total jerk for doing that," Netossa said. "Now to mention we all went to a funeral, but that's a whole 'nother story we'll discuss later-"

"I don't want to see him. Never again." Entrapta turned around. "And you're cut off from seeing your grandchildren."

Hordak sputtered and turned red, covering his face with his hands. King Ironstone was turning red as well, but for a different reason.

"I. Am. Your. Father," he said through gritted teeth.

"Some. Father. You. Were," Entrapta spat back.

They eventually had to be seperated. They weren't getting anywhere. Hordak had more luck teaching Kadroh about curses, thankfully. Meanwhile, Adora was planning their next move against Prime and Catra was curled up by her, ignoring her mother.

What a mess.